Astrid
The past week was miserable. Ever since the conversation with my dad, I could hardly stand to be in the packhouse. I wanted nothing more than to get out of Bridgewater and do my best to pretend it didn't exist.
I didn't belong here. I never had and the fact that I had allowed myself to be guilted into coming back filled me with shame. I thought that I knew better. It was completely predictable that dad would blame me the second things got complicated. He had always done that. I thought that just because he said he wanted me here, things would be different. I should have stayed away.
Things with Tristan weren't much better.
He was back in class and I was glad to see that he was able to have at least that semblance of normalcy as the investigation was underway. It wasn't as if
